The birth of a child is not only the creation of
new life; it is also the transformation of a woman into a mother. Eventually it
is also the transformation of a man into a father, however, that transformation
happens more slowly over time. A parent is someone you become. You are
forever changed. In this loss of self-identity, there is morning, no matter how
much you enjoy being a mother. Furthermore, parenting is the hardest job you
will ever encounter. It is fuller than any full-time job, more demanding than
any career, and there is more at stake than in the riskiest stunt.
As an artist, a writer, my biggest loss is that of
my art. There is no time for a mother, especially a mother of little ones, to
dive head first into art and float on inspiration for a day. All I can do
is grab fractions of time here and there, between snotty noses and dirty
diapers, and there is not much chance for inspiration in those fleeting
moments. When the day comes to an end and the children are asleep, I often have
a little time. In my exhaustion, there is little inspiration. Every mother who was
once a writer or a painter, a weaver or a gardener, a dancer or a musician
misses the woman who could wait for inspiration to come and then seize
that beauty and bask in it for as long as it lasted.
Nevertheless, you must grab all the inspiration you
can find and steal every moment you can get. Do not forget to do what you love.
Never abandon your art. Your children should see you being yourself and expressing
yourself. It may seem there is no time, but really there is. It will not be
easy to find, but it is there. Sure, the dishes and laundry might pile up, but
you will have to make that sacrifice. In the end you will not look back and
regret neglecting your chores, and neither will your kids. On the contrary, the
art you accomplish will make you happier, which will reflect positively on your
parenting and therefore on your children.
When you are swimming in dishes and laundry it is easy
to forget that everything you are doing is important. But the tone of your voice,
the expression on your face, and the way you go about your daily duties is
teaching your children and influencing who they will become. You don't have to
be sitting on the floor playing blocks, engaging, for the art of parenting to
be taking place. Everything you do becomes art once you are parenting. Unlike
any other art, parenting never stops. The art of parenting is
in everything you do and everything you are in every moment you are
with your children.
There is an art to good parenting, but no one knows
how to do it. Like artistic beauty, good parenting is in the eye of the beholder. No
one should judge art any more than they should judge parenting methods. But no
matter the parents’ methods, the creation of an amazing human is the most
beautiful work of art on earth. A well rounded young person with a kind heart,
nimble mind, and strong body is a reward beyond the wildest artist’s dreams.
Lovely post Roslyn. And never more true than the season we are now in. I'm lucky enough to realize that every single day I am a better mother than the one before and that in turn encourages me to keep improving my art of motherhood. I've been trying to get back to blogging because writing is something I truly love. I'm stealing a few hours from my sleep to write and redesign my blog this evening. It makes me happy, so I do it.
ReplyDeleteGood for you Ashley!
ReplyDeleteI have been finding time early in the morning before the kids wake up. I am inspired then. But when I can't grab that time, I stay up late. I find that if I force myself to write for about 30 minutes, then it starts flowing. After that it becomes less of a chore, no matter how exhausted I feel!